Supply Run

[Shingetsu Sora]

These days, Sora quickly stayed on the move and out of sight, so much so, that the likes of seeing anyone from the Fourth Order was tantamount to seeing an frightful sight or some other terror in the night. Having drawn the short end of the straw to gather much needed supplies, Sora knew that he could always count on the Black Bazaar to be a place he he could trust to get what he needed without having to worry about prying eyes or people who asked too many questions. Still the sort of place that unsavory characters frequented, Sora had his list and as he made his way through the shops and stalls, he kept his bought wares tight against his body. Covered from head to toe in the sort of nomadic garb that prevented most prying eyes from figuring out who or even what he was, he like so many other shadows in the dark moved with a keen purpose for one on a mission. With little uttered other than what was absolutely necessary, he was in and out of most shops at a pace that even left him dizzy. As he continued to mark his way through the list, he checked off one item and then another, careful to make sure that he wasted as little as possible, even when the bartering that was common became a little lopsided. With precious few resources, runs like this were important but none of his crew would blame him for choosing to save a coin rather than to needlessly spend two.

 

[Shingetsu Sora]

Of all the things that Sora had hoped to find, another one of the current regimes castoffs was the least of them. Having gone AWOL for all intents and purposes, the ancient like many was just as much on the run because of the fact of simply existing as he was the current political slant of things. At first appearing as a shadow in the corner of his peripheral vision, the figure slowly but surely dared to tread closer and closer until it was obvious to both him and them that he had noticed that he was being followed. So far away from the law of the land, Sora took a gamble and addressed the individual and welcomed them to a small corner of the Black Bazaar to tell their story. Like so many that he had encountered, they had nowhere else to go and with the rumors of the Fourth Order being a refuge for the Ancient, Hybrids and Fang Marked among many others, this individual and their small group wanted just as much to serve as they wanted to live. Going against conventional wisdom, Sora recognized that it was as much the right thing to do as anything else and despite the fact that another set of mouths would have to be fed, he decided to welcome them into the Order that was on the run. In time, history would tell him if this was a wise decision or not, but for as much as he and his kind were painted the villains, he knew that it was the humane thing to do.